To whom it may concern,

Apologies for stopping mid sentence,

Beg for your forgiveness for my tendency to not reply,

Ask for mercy for the times I purposely deprived you of my presence,

Get on my knees, not for my own reasons, but this time as a plead for you to not say good-bye,

Like a teacher who never finished the last word on the chalkboard leaving a shapeless line, chalk on the floor, clueless students abandoned as she runs to the door,

When your parents picked you up at some point, put you down, and never picked you up again.

Those hours that you thought you were behind your mother the whole time but really you're all alone, in the stalls all panicked in the store,

That time when there was no more left for you, not enough space for you, your turn was skipped, when it was too late,

I'm sorry that I ran out of time,

To whom it may concern.